Fondled and Gobbled: Wild Wolf at Midnight: Excerpt

He growled again and motioned vehemently to
my pants. From his gestures I could guesstimate I was to remove my trousers,
toot suite, or they were going to be torn from my body. I sat up and undid the
buttons and realized I’d forgotten one crucial piece to my preparations. I was
wearing my Spanx, the woman’s underwear equivalent to the Hoover Dam. I
should’ve removed them before, that way the rolls would’ve settled naturally
and the impression marks from the seams might’ve faded somewhat.

If he removed them now my imperfections
would erupt from the confines of my undies like a tsunami of my pasty white
skin.

And that was not flattering or sexy in the least.

“Fuck,” I cursed. I leaned over to protect
my secret and headbutted Wulfe, hard, in the junk.

He howled like a rabid wolf, doubling over
to cup his balls before dropping onto the bed beside me. On reflex I stood up
and my pants dropped to the floor, but I didn’t care. I was more concerned
about Wulfe and his crossed eyes.

“Oh. My. God. Are you okay?”

He made an A-okay sign with his hand and
relaxed, moving his other hand from his balls. By some sort of merciful miracle
his erection was still as strong as ever. Not many men could take a blow like
that and still be hard as rock when it was over.

“Is there anything I can do?”

Another appreciative growl escaped past his
lips as his gaze roved over my body. He frowned in dismay at the sight of my
Spanx. With a roar he moved like lightning, dragged me to the bed and tore the
expensive miracle undies off my body, tossing them aside.